So... let's see how this goes.

Disclaimers

RWBY: Rooster Teeth

Transformers: Hasbro

XXXXX

Gun Black

"Today was sensational! The shopping. And books…"

"And music…"

"And café…"

"And ice cream…"

"And weapons…"

"And Dust…"

"And pancakes!"

Team RWBY and JNPR decided to hit the town for a much needed break, though along the way they accidentally hit a familiar face. Despite their initial reservation of their tag-along, the Beacon students were able to enjoy the trip.

Looking on as Ruby, Nora and Penny chattered about their expedition, Yang was just glad that her little sister was maturing socially.

"… and think of this as training to build character." But she can't help but immaturely lecture the role of the gentlemen in a shopping spree.

"…And muscles." Jaune whined while his fellow male grunted an agreement as they had to carry all their bags. Well… not all of their bags. Pyrrah was more sympathetic by carrying her own while Weiss didn't trust them with her purchases.

After laughing at the knight's unintentional joke, they turned back to where Ruby was. Only that the trio of redheads were missing.

"Looks like you have the same idea, though I'm amaze that these batches are made of sterner stuff." This came from a fashionable brunette and her team consisted of a rabbit faunus and two pack mules.

Amazed on how these freshmen salvage the dance, Team CVFY became fast friends ever since. "Hey Espressos. Have you seen three gingers this ye high?" Yang cheerfully demonstrated.

"And displaying classic signs of sugar high? They zipped by, but I'm not sure. It happened so fast." Coco dramatized. Another reason why they got along: their seniors know how to have a good time.

"Watch where you're going, shrimps!" They recognized the voice and immediately picked up speed.

Turning a corner, they found the three redheads… and another along with his team. The scene before them was obvious: the three girls accidentally bumped into them and dropped their food. Ruby was clearly trying to apologize but it's clear that Cardin was not going to make it easy. "You have to pay for that, one way or another." he glowered, unaware of the other approaching teams.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, punk." Team CRDL looked behind to tell whoever it was to back off. But they instead took a step back. The onlookers can't fault them as the two tall strangers were quite intimidating, the bigger of the two entirely the reason.

Five however immediately recognized him and exhibit three different reaction: joy, alert and… "Oh… mama like." Coco whispered, remembering this hunk of steel… so to speak.

xxxxx

"…I was so looking forward to wearing that dress. Don't you know how much I bargained for that?!" Her rant was only slightly heard by her long-eared friend in the midst of gunfire and roars. But Velvet understood that Coco's vanity was to hide her worry as things were not looking so well.

Their mission suddenly upgraded to a more dangerous level as they try to defend the settlement with the local sentries. Two other teams that were closed by showed up but they are still pushed to the limits.

"Did any of you have anyone online?!" Coco tried asking the other leaders who were all busy at their own fronts.

Wishing for a breather, she and everyone were surprised when missiles not their own came down on the Grimm. Wish granted, they followed the smoke trails to three vehicles coming their way.

They stopped nearby and soldiers decked in armour they recognized as Atlesian-made filed out. But like the only black reinforced pick-up truck, its driver stood out above the rest… figuratively and literally.

Black is clearly his colour as the uniform consists of a black shirt under a loaded flak jacket, heavy-duty elbow-length gloves/gauntlet, grey cargo pants and heavy steel-toed boots. If the situation wasn't so dire, the females would have admired such physique as he was the very definition of a soldier; tan, tall and ripped, the scar on his right eye and dark buzzed-cut hair added some ruggedness.

After strapping two metal cases on his back, he approached who is believed to be the senior officer. "Name's Ironhide. Introductions aside, how neck-deep are we?"

A distant roar was slowly becoming louder. "That answers everything. Listen up! They are asking an inch, so let's give them a mile… away from here!" The gathered soldiers acknowledged as one.

"Team 1: west. Team 2: east. Barnes! Hills! You're with me. Now roll out!" he gruffly ordered.

"Yes sir!" All but two took off to defend their assigned front.

"Huh. So that's how it feels." Velvet slightly heard as the man walked to the front line while two soldiers went back to the truck.

Each retrieved a large containment unit and opened it. If fashion was Coco's thing, she and the rest of her team warily turned to look at another's giddy gaze. The cases were stocked with all kinds of guns and ammo that their own weapon enthusiast was trembling with excitement.

Ironhide took out and primed a rifle before turning to face the approaching horde. "Lock, load and give it to me. Anything will do, got it?"

"Sir yes sir!" Those not knowing the man were confused by the order, but decided to ponder it at a much later time as the next waves came and they returned fire. Once the rifle was out of ammo, Ironhide held it behind him. A soldier retrieved the empty firearm, swapped a loaded one and the shooting resumed.

Those who stopped to reload watched as the three Atlesians worked like a well-oiled machine. While one collected and reloaded the empty weapons, the other would hand Ironhide a gun after a brief assessment of which one would be most appropriate to use, though some were misjudged. Nevertheless, they watch in awe as the heavy gunner kept shooting without pause…

Until now as his scroll started ringing. Ironhide immediately activated his scroll without taking his eyes off the targets. "I'm busy!" he shouted followed by blasting a semi-automatic.

It must have been put on speaker because they can hear the caller. "-What's going on there?! Where are you?!-"

"Forgot the name, use my locator. Long story short: Beacon brats sent a distress signal so I and some Atlas brats responded." The large Hunstman ignored the stink-eye from some.

"-You brought the rookies?!-" Despite the visor, they can feel that the soldiers were now giving the stink-eye.

Exchanging a pair of revolvers for a rocket-launcher, Ironhide boldly answered. "They won't be for long when we're done here."

"G5-Scattershot loaded sir!" He gave a quick thank before firing the shotgun-like weapon that shattered a Boartusker.

"-Wait…; was that the prototype firearm that you were supposed to test today, along with twenty-two others that are coincidently missing right now?-" All those not from Atlas looked shock. This trigger-happy Huntsman was fighting a horde of Grimm with experimental unsanctioned weapons?!

"Doing field testing right now." Ironhide heavily hit the current gun when it got stuck mid-firing, tossing a grenade while he was at it. "A few glitches but none yet blown up in my face." Some tried to discreetly put distance, not wanting to be close by if one will.

Incomprehensible grumbling was heard followed by a long sigh. "-Did you at least call for back-up?-"

"Who do you think is the grownup here? Of course I did, Screamer!" while launching a shell full of Dust that devastated a pair of Ursa.

"-Alright, we'll accompany the reinforcement as soon as possible.-" And the line went dead.

"At this rate, they better bring brooms." he grumbled as the battle raged on.

After nearly fifteen minutes of continuous firing, the one reloading weapons called out to his superior. "Sir! All ammunitions are used up!"

"Looks like works done. Now time to play." He disturbingly grinned. Ironhide took hold of the cases strapped on his back. It transformed into two heavy-looking guns that have devastating firepower as the enemy body-count was enough proof.

The horde was slowly but surely thinning. But something large jumped out of the treelines. It was thanks to his quick reflex that Yatsuhashi was able to bring his sword up to block. And it was thanks to his Aura that lessens the brunt as was he slammed into a vehicle.

"That's my truck, nutcase monkey!" The gunner shouted as he took aim. Despite its size, the Beringel was agile to dodge most of the bullets and fast to reach the Hunstman. Its strength was a given as it delivered a devastating punch, but this time it was only the guns that went flying.

The loss of weapons didn't mean he was unarmed as Ironhide struck a nasty bruiser followed by another in the gut. The Hunstman amazingly caught the wide swing with one arm then gave a series of blows with his other appendage.

What the others were witnessing was an all-out, no holds bar, slug match. Both man and beast fought for dominance as all they were locked in a tight grapple. The others wished to help but fear that Ironhide will get caught in the crossfire. But Fox was perfect to intervene as he landed on the Grimm's back and started hacking its thick hide.

The momentary growl of pain was all Ironhide needed to slam the Grimm into the ground. But he didn't anticipate that it used its leg to send him flying. The Beringel stood back and immediately pounced.

"Ironhide!" Yatsuhashi called as he tossed the heavy firearm that moments ago landed near him. Ironhide caught the gun and bludgeon the Grimm with it. The Beringel turned to retaliate but its head met the barrel and was blasted at point-blank.

Grunting 'thanks' to the tall teen, he retrieved the other gun and resumed shooting. They heard a roar from the sky but it sounded less… animalistic. Then red-hot hails came down on the diminishing Grimm from several military aircrafts.

Ironhide looked up and recognized one of their reinforcements as he holstered his weapons. "Class dismiss."

Collaterals were high but thankfully no casualties. Every fighter was able to sit down and relax as medical personnel attended to them. Coco was finally able to enjoy the show as she situated herself to admire from a distance the soldier arguing with a pilot. "Mama like."

XXXXX

Hmmm... Maybe this could be my signature. Oh well. So hope you enjoy this. And ideas and suggestions will be taken into consideration. Keyword: Consideration.

See yah people.